Sorry and everything.
I have been serving penance for miss genderising Frankie - not Frank in my previous post. Apologies. You just can't tell these days.
I caught Mr Crofter Sir, 'im of the committees etc, playing with his machines in the Big Shed. Apparently, and I know you'll find this hard to believe, one or two of the machines are a little under the weather. There, I've said it. Just as well The Crofters don't actually read this.
On the Isle of Lewis off the west coast of mainland Scotland lies a croft inhabited by an English off-comer. His Mum and Dad live nearby and help him run the croft. This is a photographic record of their lives as it unfolds.